Written by S. Vincent Anthony, Author
In the bustling halls of Capitol Hill, where hypocrisy bloomed like unchecked weeds, Congresswoman Maxine Waters reigned as the self-appointed guardian of presidential fitness. Her voice, sharp as a guillotine, had once echoed through the chambers in 2017, demanding the invocation of the 25th Amendment against President Trump. “He’s unstable! Unfit! A danger to democracy!” she’d thundered, her eyes blazing with righteous fury. The media lapped it up, headlines screaming about the mad king in the White House, while her allies nodded sagely, plotting their next move.
Her zeal didn’t stop there. By late 2019, Waters was at the forefront of Trump’s first impeachment trial, railing against his Ukraine dealings as an abuse of power that demanded removal. She voted aye on the articles, her speeches a torrent of condemnation: “This president is corrupt to his core!” The Senate acquitted him, but Waters persisted, undeterred. Then came January 2021’s chaos at the Capitol—Trump’s second impeachment followed swiftly, with Waters again leading the charge, decrying his incitement of insurrection and pushing for conviction. “He must be held accountable!” she proclaimed, though the Senate acquitted once more, her efforts fueling the partisan firestorm.
Fast-forward to January 2021, when the White House welcomed its new occupant: President Biden, whose early public gaffes hinted at the slip-ups to come. He mixed up names like puzzle pieces from different boxes, fumbled policy details as if reading from a foggy mirror, and occasionally stared blankly into the distance, as though consulting invisible advisors. Whispers began almost immediately—Republicans murmured about the 25th Amendment, echoing the “instability” Waters had decried years before, and even floated impeachment talks over border policies or foreign entanglements.
But Waters? She sat silent in her committee chair, her outrage mysteriously vanished. When pressed by a plucky young reporter in the corridors, she waved a dismissive hand. “Biden? He’s fine! Sharp as a tack! It’s those MAGA extremists trying to undermine him!” Her demands for Trump’s ouster—through amendments and impeachments alike—were now relics of a bygone era, conveniently forgotten amid party loyalty.
One fateful evening, as Waters prepared for bed in her lavish D.C. townhouse, a peculiar madness descended. In her dreams—or was it reality?—the Constitution itself materialized as a ghostly figure, tattered and weary. “Maxine,” it intoned, “why the double standard? You wielded me like a sword against one, impeaching him twice with unyielding fury, yet sheath me for another?”
She bolted upright, sweat beading on her brow. “It’s different!” she protested to the empty room. “Trump was… orange! And mean-tweeting!” But the apparition pressed on, forcing her to relive her own words in a looping nightmare: rallies where she incited crowds, interviews where she painted Trump as a lunatic, impeachment hearings where she hammered the gavel of justice—all while ignoring Biden’s early moments that could foreshadow greater stumbles.
By dawn, Waters was a changed woman—or so it seemed. She rushed to the House floor, microphone in hand, ready to call for Biden’s removal. But as she opened her mouth, party whips appeared like shadows, whispering of lost funding and primary challenges. Her voice faltered. “Never mind,” she muttered, slinking back to her seat.
And so, the insanity persisted: a politician’s principles, as flexible as a rubber band, snapped only when convenient. In the end, the real madness wasn’t in the presidents—it was in the demands that twisted with the winds of power, leaving democracy to wonder who the true unfit ones were.